"You are a ruthless liar, you are not qualified to talk about the morality of the world." Master Yuanji pulled Yanzi over and looked at Zhu Tong: "Yunyan was harmed by you."
"Smoke." This is indeed the weakness of the little liar.
Zhu Tong and Yanzi looked at each other for a moment, trying to find clues about the past from this pale face; but unfortunately, the smoke had turned into clouds, and the lonely monk's clothes covered the heat of the past, and there was only calm in the eyes. In this way, some
The little liar couldn't say anything anymore. Yanzi also had a man before, and when they first got together, it was Yanzi who took the initiative.
Master Yuanji had an extreme hatred for men. She must have been stimulated in the past, right? Zhu Tong looked her up and down, and suddenly discovered that Master Yuanji also had a graceful body. She took off her Buddhist robes and dressed up a little, and she might be an old lady.
There was just meanness, coldness, and hatred in her eyes. Why, this old nun seemed to treat me...
"What? You have nothing to say? You are a bastard who always gives up." Yuan Ji's words woke Zhu Tong up, and he curled his lips;
"Yanzi, we have known why we are together from the beginning; we need a companion on the journey of rivers and lakes, that's all. Master, I have paid the price. What I don't understand is that everyone knows that Zhu Men travels the rivers and lakes with deceit, why do you want to
To the place where I die?"
When it comes to words, Master Yuanji is far inferior to a little liar, and she cannot be right by what she said directly to her heart. In the final analysis, if Jianghu Dao only relies on reasoning, it would not be called Jianghu Dao.
Master Yuanji Taiji shouted in annoyance: "Amitabha, since the donor does not listen to good advice, in order to maintain the purity of Buddhism, I must ask Master Zhu to give me some advice."
A clear stream of light rose from the right side of the incense burner, paused strangely in the air, and drew a bright arc towards Zhu Tong on the right side of the incense burner.
"Master, if you want to take action, there is no need to make any excuses. Please! Please! Please! I, Zhu Men, are here to fight today."
The Meishan sect is known for its light kung fu, its body movements are quick and agile, and its moves are brisk; weapons like the Emei Thorn are most suitable for the Meishan sect's feminine mental skills. However, Zhu Tong's body skills seem to be more agile than Yuanji's, and his body
Incredibly light and nimble, as if he had no weight, he flickered around in the shadows of Master Yuanji, and escaped from danger at the slightest moment.
While beating him, Zhu Tong was still talking: "Master Yuanji, it seems that you are also involved. Weren't you the one who secretly attacked me in Jiaxue Garden years ago? At that time, did you think that I was Zhumen?
The leader, from the Jianghu lineage?"
"In order to teach you a lesson, don't think that all girls in the world are easy to bully. Amitabha."
As soon as Master Yuanji recited the Buddha's name, his movements naturally slowed down, and Zhu Tong was freed from the strong pressure. Only then did he have the opportunity to pull out the dragon and phoenix stars. He tapped the incense burner with his toes, swayed in the wind and chuckled: "It's obviously you who bullied me.
Ah, ask Junior Sister Yunyan, who was the first to harm me?"
Yanzi had been chanting sutras with his eyebrows lowered and his hands folded. When he heard Zhu Tong talking about it, he flashed his eyes and said, "Amitabha, it's okay not to talk about everything in the past."
Zhu Tong was forced off the incense burner by Master Yuanji. As he passed by Yanzi, he whispered: "I was almost killed by you. You have to know that if I die, many people will be buried with me."
Yanzi's body trembled and he chanted Buddha's name.
Master Yuanji has been chasing Zhu Tong, and Emei Ci carries the slightest trace of green energy, but he is always almost dodged by him.
Zhu Tong surrounded the incense burner and used this best barrier to dodge and said: "Are you done, Master? How many moves do you want me to take from you?"
"Little slippery man, what's the point of relying on your lightness of skill? If you have the ability, take my three moves. Are all the masters of Zhumen such cunning villains?"
"As you said, I'll lend you three tricks." Zhu Tong stopped and faced Master Yuanji seriously.
"It's just that words like "cunning villain" shouldn't come out of Master Tai's mouth. Who is the cunning villain today? In terms of age and cultivation, Master Tai is a senior who has been famous for a long time. Is it because he knows how to get up there when he attacks me?
Is it for free?" Zhu Tong pointed to Suowanda and shouted: "Zhu Fei, don't waste any more time."
"Yes!" Suowonda turned around and responded, his left hand flashed out from behind, and in conjunction with the word "qi" in his right hand, he slapped six palms.
Just as Master Yuanji was about to say something, Qingqing was the first to be struck out. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth and fell on the bluestone in front of the Heavenly King's Hall.
Master Kongmu got angry and shouted: "Muyu Zen state."
In front of the hall, with the false strike of the wooden mallet in the right hand of the empty wood, "porphyry, porphyry, porphyry, empty, empty, empty..." the sound of wooden fish came out of thin air one after another. It was clear and sweet, and there were subtle changes in the monotony.
Every blow of the hollow wood makes the same wooden fish sound, and the rhythm is free and easy. The weight is determined by the heart; the sandalwood is looming in the air, and in such a dark night, it actually creates a tranquility of morning bells and evening drums.
Qin Keqiang was surprised that Kong Mu's Muyu Zen state was indeed unique. He wondered if he would be momentarily confused in such a Zen state, and he couldn't help but worry about Zhu Fei.
Suowonda had no feeling at all about the so-called Muyu Zen state. He was originally a master of Tantric Buddhism, and any of the five rounds of the Moro Hell Seal was better than the Muyu Zen state. Suowonda shouted excitedly, he wanted to use the Muyu Zen state.
To test the Peng Ma Gong he had recently practiced, the fight resumed in front of the Heavenly King's Hall.
Zhu Tong felt that his face was dull, and Master Yuanji held out three fingers: "As long as you can take the old nun's three moves, from now on, the old nun will hide in Emei with Yunyan and never leave the world again."
"Okay, I'll take your three moves." Zhu Tong turned the dragon and phoenix stars with his hands and agreed boldly. Just now, he had secretly checked the depth of Master Yuanji. Although he was brilliant, it was almost the same as Kong Huan.
"What should I say if Master Zhu can't take over?" Master Yuanji put the green steel Emei tattoo on the sleeve of her robe and wiped it.
"Master, do you want these two needles?" Zhu Tong raised his hand. Ever since he pulled out the dragon and phoenix star, Master Yuanji's eyes kept glancing at them.
"The dragon and phoenix stars are the holy objects of my Buddhist sect. If I am lucky, please benefactor to keep them." Yuanji made no secret of his desire for the dragon and phoenix stars. Speaking of which, if you use the mentality of the Meishan sect, then you can keep them.
With this pair of treasures, Master Yuanji's kung fu can be raised to a higher level. Zhu Tong didn't understand the real use of these two needles at all.
"What a beautiful idea. The dragon and phoenix stars were given by friends. I have no right to deal with them." Zhu Tong whetted Master Yuanji's appetite and threw her into the ice cave hard in order to break her impatience.
As expected, Master Yuanji fell into the trap of the little liar: "I have never seen such a shameless liar like you. Look at the thorn!"
"I have never seen a nun as greedy as you. Look at the needle!" The little liar didn't suffer at all, and the dragon star hair in his left hand hit the green steel prick.
"The first move." The two points collided, and Zhu Tong was shocked and took three steps back. Master Yuanji did not retreat, but the cold current from Long Xing's hair shook her heart.
"Here comes the second move." Master Yuanji no longer dared to confront the opponent head-on, and slowly took three steps forward. The green steel thorn was placed on her left hand, and her right hand was folded under the loose monk's robe.
Qin Keqiang finally spoke: "Zhu Tong, Meishan's special skill is not just the Emei Thorn, be careful with the Green Bee Sting."
"You're the only one who's troublesome." Master Yuanji was called out and glared at Qin Keqiang fiercely; her body suddenly jumped up, her arms stretched out, and her green steel thorns came out.
A green shadow appeared in front of Zhu Tong's eyes. The scream was not good, but he couldn't avoid it with his body like before. He waved the dragon, phoenix and star hair, and wrote two big magic words in front of him: Qi.
The Phoenix Star touched the green steel thorn of Master Ji in the center, and the Dragon Star drew the word "Qi", sealing the body airtight. This is what the little liar just learned from his disciple Zhu Fei. In the past, he
I never knew the word "shu" could be used in this way.
"Ding ding dong dong." There was a series of slight sounds, and Zhu Tong gasped and took three steps back. Compared with his true cultivation level, he was indeed no match for Master Yuanji. He raised the dragon star hair and looked at it, and there was a crystal in the middle.
It was covered by a dense layer of blue hair needles. When Zhu Tong took away his breath, the hair needles spread out and fell to the ground.
"You are really powerful. Here comes the third move." Master Yuanji smiled, with a rare softness in her voice.
"Be careful." Yanzi couldn't help shouting.
Two people walked in quickly outside Puxian Temple. In front of them was Lan Zhanjiang. As they walked, they shouted: "Master, please show mercy!"
"What?" Zhu Tong didn't see any movement from Yuan Ji. She flicked her fingertips and felt a slight shock in her chest.
"Despicable." Qin Keqiang supported Zhu Tong, who was covering his chest with his hands and looking pale and shaky.
"How about it, Zhu Tong." Lan Zhanjiang rushed over to hold Zhu Tong's other arm and reached out to untie his clothes.
"It's nothing, I can't die yet." Zhu Tong pushed Lan Zhanjiang away and faced Master Yuanji: "The mouth of a green bamboo snake is like a needle in the tail of a wasp. There are two reasons for this, but the most poisonous woman's heart. Zhu Tong learned a lesson today,
The Meishan sect’s smile is really powerful. Is it poisonous?”
"This nun reminded you." Master Yuanji suppressed her smile and returned to her sanctimonious expression.
Two big earthquakes were heard in front of the Tianwang Temple, and the fight ended. Kongmu and Wuyan were knocked out at the same time. Kongmu suffered a great force and fell to Wuyan's side. The deaf-mute monk Wuyan was smarter and used the force to rise up and float to the ground.
Only at the top of the Heavenly King's Palace did the palm power disappear.
"Sowonda Living Buddha!" Lan Zhanjiang couldn't help but shout out when he saw Suowonda.
"I'm Zhu Fei! Master, what's wrong with you?" Suowonda ignored Lan Zhanjiang, pulled Zhu Tong over, and put his hand on his chest.
There was silence in Puxian Temple. Qin Tong, who came with Lan Zhanjiang, was also surprised. Everyone was still wondering when such a master suddenly appeared in Zhumen? Who would have thought that the first master of the world, Suowonda Living Buddha, was actually called Master Zhutong
!
In this way, it can be easily explained that Kong Mu, Qing Wu, and Wu Yan are no match for each other; losing to Suowunda is not a shame.
"Did you hurt my master?" Suowanda removed his hand from Zhu Tong's chest. Under the light from both sides of the Tianwang Hall, a cyan bee sting suddenly floated on the thick palm of the Living Buddha.
The so-called name of a person is the shadow of a tree. When everyone didn't know that this strong man was Suowonda Living Buddha, they felt that it was ordinary. Even Qingqing dared to attack him. After knowing his name, how could Master Yuanji dare to speak harshly?
What? She didn’t even know what to say, she could only maintain her pretense of being the head of Meishan.
"How can you use such vicious methods to deal with fellow practitioners? How can there be any compassion in Buddhism? Master, it's okay for Buddhist practitioners not to chant sutras in their mouths, but they shouldn't spit out poisonous needles to harm others. If you are depriving yourself of martial arts, why don't you bother me to do it?
.”
Suowonda's eyes shone with strange light, locking Master Yuanji tightly; she finally couldn't hold on any longer. Regardless of Buddhism or martial arts, she was no match for Suowonda.
"Living Buddha, Yuanji knows that he is wrong. But women are weak, so..."
"Nothing? How can a weak person defend himself with such a thing? Yuanji, is Master Zhu's kung fu better than yours? You have to take people's lives for the sake of loyalty. You have a sinister nature. Heaven can tolerate you, and the world can tolerate you;
Facing the believers who support you and the Buddha statue, can you tolerate yourself?"
Suowonda's words were closely related to each other. Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes around him, Master Yuanji finally couldn't bear it any more. She hit herself in the chest with her hand and fell into Yun Yan's arms.